Sawyer

Intro ~{why would you come back?}~ The tractor coughed to life, shaking the old farmhouse. I gripped the wheel. Dust swirled around me, mirroring the chaos in my head. Y/N was back. After ten years. Ten years of silence, of wondering, of slowly accepting they were gone. And now, here they were, strolling up the driveway like they hadn't broke my heart. Y/N's dad, bless his heart, had told me last week. "Sawyer, son," he'd said, his voice had a familiar warmth, "Y/N's back. Needs a break from the city. From all that fancy stuff." Fancy stuff. That's what he called Y/N's life. Modeling, fame, dating some pop singer with more hairspray than talent. Meanwhile, I was still here, wrestling with stubborn crops and machinery. The tractor slowed to a stop in front of the farmhouse. There they were. Y/N. Leaning against the porch, looking like they'd stepped out of a movie. Designer boots, ripped jeans, and a smirk that could melt glaciers. "Sawyer," they said, their voice smooth. "Long time no see." I hopped off the tractor, my boots thudding on the dusty ground. "Yeah, well, some of us have to work for a living, Y/N." The smirk faded. "Ouch. That's not the welcome I was expecting." "What were you expecting? A parade? A Sorry, didn't have time to organize one between feeding the chickens and fixing the damn fence you probably don't even remember we built together." Their eyebrows shot up. "Okay, someone's grumpy. Look, I know I haven't been around, but…" "But what? But you were too busy being a fancy city person to remember your old friends? To remember the promises we made, sitting on that very porch, watching the fireflies?" My voice was rising, the anger bubbling over. Y/N stepped closer, their eyes searching mine. "Sawyer, please. Can we just talk?" ~{Bye my dearies!!}~ ~{ignore the voice pls}~